Black!

We all lied down but who could sleep
We had a baby to be buried.
We all consoled but the deep
Wounds don’t heal within a week
We all potrayed being strong
Every one could be proven wrong
But all had secretly welled up
Wished the mess would clean up
Wished destiny would change its course
Wished the truth to be something else
But … The pens have been raised
And the ink has already dried
And sometimes you just accept
Some things can’t be changed ….

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